Page 57 of The Devoted Husband

Something wasn’t right.

It wasn’t like Sade to not answer his calls...especially knowing he’d be calling in an hour. A part of him thought she was asleep, so he called Barron before heading that way.

Barron answered with, “Hey, son.”

“Hey, Grandpa. Where’s my baby?”

“I’m not sure. She left here a while ago.”

“Hmm. That’s odd. I’ve been calling her, but she hasn’t answered.”

“Maybe she’s taking a nap.”

“I thought that too, but if she’s not there, I don’t know where she’d be taking a nap. She’s not here at my parents’ house. Did she decide to stay with you all, or did she say she was going to a hotel?” Dante asked.

“Well, after what happened with her grandmother, I’m pretty sure she’s not staying here.

They had a little spat. I can’t really even call it that.

” Barron chuckled. “She put your grandmother in her place, and I was a little proud of her for that.” He released a low sigh.

“I’ve been telling Ava to ease up on Sade.

Her temperament with Sade is up and down lately, depending on what’s happening.

I thought she’d gotten past the past after we told you all about Martin and Andrea, but the Trina girl’s sister dying has traumatized my wife all over again.

I get that, but I don’t agree with what she said, and Sade didn’t either.

She’s pregnant and has a lot going on, but Ava just kept poking the bear. ”

“Was she upset when she left?”

“Oh yeah.”

“God, I hope she didn’t have an accident or something. Let me track her location.”

“All right, Dante. Call me back when you know something.”

Dante agreed and ended the call. As if his nerves weren’t bad enough, seeing that Sade had turned off her location only worsened matters.

“Okay, Day. Where you at, bae?”

As he headed to his car, he received a call from Barron.

“Hello?”

“I went outside to smoke a cigarette. Her car is still here. The door was open. She’d dropped her keys.”

Dante’s feet temporarily froze in place as his heart dropped. “Jones has her. Have you called the police?”

“N-no, but I’m about to now.”

Dante ended the call and rushed to his car.

He called Wicked, the man watching Jones’s house, to see if he’d shown up, but Wicked had yet to see Jones.

If he had Sade, where would he have taken her?

Time couldn’t be wasted on a wild goose chase.

He’d need to remain logical and stay in his head, not his heart if he wanted to find his woman.

By the time Dante arrived, the police were already there.

He watched their camera footage, grateful they still had it active even though they’d cut the notifications off after Atlas died and they came to a truce with his family.

Dante didn’t have to see the face behind the mask.

He could tell by the body shape that it was Jones.

Even with the Memphis Police Department putting out an APB for Jones and Sade, Dante knew he’d have to handle this himself.

He called Captain Bennit, who told him Jones hadn’t returned to his place in weeks.

Standing around doing nothing was driving Dante crazy, so he left with no clear destination in mind.

As he drove, he thought back over the last several months, trying to find a clue in Jones’s words and actions.

Would he be at Sade’s parents’ graves? Dena’s?

Then it hit him. This, to Jones, was about Patrice, Trina, and Willow.

Dante didn’t know where he’d taken her yet, but he was sure they would be in Vanzette.